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[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[It's the middle of the night and, much like Ted a few days before, a rather beat-up looking Rin is standing in front of DA SIGN, reading it to herself. She looks a bit battered and bruised, and her clothing is torn in places, but most telling is the rather old, worn-looking katana strapped, in saya, to her back. If that wasn't a clear enough sign that she wasn't 'normal', there's also the fact she's muttering to herself instead of, in typical Angry Rin fashion, screaming at the top of her lungs.]

Good to see some things never change, 'Rin' is a name to be loathed and hated... heh. Even in death I'm not free.

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[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Nope. So I guess I'm not famous for being a Vocaloud.

[justanimitator]

I-- I meant... the... the name...

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well, I guess the other Rins could be. I take it that's some sort of fancy name for a singer? If that's the case, I think you'd do a much better job than any of them, kiddo.

[And with that, Rin reaches down to fuzzle at teeny Imi's hair.]

[justanimitator]

R-- robots! Robots that sing! Or, um, programs.

Um... um... the others are better. They had concerts! And people knew... knew they were alive!

[blinks, then relaxes a bit. this sort of action has now become commonplace for him]

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[Why could she not help but d'aww over the kid. He's like a teeny baby kitten stumbling over itself and normally she hates that.]

You'll get there. You're just too shy right now. Too afraid.

[justanimitator]

[meow]

I-- it's just a lot... a lot to, um, learn...